Page 63 of Heathens

“I need you,” I whisper.

“Need me?” She tugs at my hair and I think about the last time a woman had me in this position. Funny enough, she tried to kill me.

“Youneedme?”

My throat feels like it’s made of sandpaper. This is humiliating, but ‌I kind of like it.

“Need to see you, need to touch you, need to know you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” I breathe deeply. This has turned into a hell of a lot more than begging. “Please, Sofie.”

“That’s all you had to say.” The smile on her face is my answer as she tips my head back. “I just wanted to see the big, bad Dominic Duncan on his knees for a human, and a woman no less.”

I can’t contain myself anymore. I pull her down on top of me and we tumble to the floor, clawing at each other as our lips crash together.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” I ask as she places her hands on my chest. “Me, on my fucking knees. Begging for what you know goddamn well I could justtake.”

“Yes,” she moans.

I’m greeted with little pops of electricity when I touch her. She gasps, grinding herself against my cock. Can she feel the connection between us like I can? Or is this just lust and hormones swirling together to create more chaos? At this point, it doesn’t really matter to me.

My hand finds its way around her throat, and her moans get louder. She’s still fucking soaked. I can feel it through my pants. This is going to be faster and more desperate than before. Tomorrow night, I’ll get her all to myself. No time limits, no interruptions, no sharing her with anyone else.

I squeeze her neck harder, cutting off a little bit of airflow. Her face turns pink, and she moans, eyelids fluttering and her tongue slipping out to flick across her bottom lip. I love the sensation of her pulse beneath my palm as my claws sink into her skin.

“You’re mine,” I whisper. “I’m going to come here every fucking night. I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to take what’s mine. I don’t care if it’s a feeding night or not. You. Belong. Tome.”

“Big talk from a man who’s pinned underneath me,” she purrs. “I think you like a woman who takes control.”

I loosen my grip around her throat and she shimmies her way down my body and unzips my pants. I lift my head in time to watch her take my cock out and swirl her tongue around the tip. Her mouth is incredible. She’s so goddamn gentle, even in the way her dull teeth scrape across my skin and she threatens to bite down. I don’t believe her for a second.

My eyelids flutter, and my back arches as she takes me all the way down her throat. I bury my hand in her hair, forcing her head down until her nose is pressed against my pelvis. She gags and coughs, but I don’t let her come up for air. Not yet.

She’s right, I like a woman who takes control, but I don’t relinquish power easily. I want to see her fight for it.

“All the way, little dove,” I groan. “I knew you’d look pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

I wrap my hand tight around her ponytail and keep her head down until she’s gagging on me, saliva dripping from her lips.

“You can take it,” I whisper. “You like being treated like a toy, don’t you?”

The benefit of our senses means it’s easy to read our partners. It means we can go all the way to the edge, just a sliver away from too far, and still bring them back. I pull her off of me and she gasps like she’s just emerged from water. Those big doe eyes nearly bulge out of her head, and a line of spittle connects her mouth to my cock. I want to rip her to pieces and take care of her every need at the same time.

If she says yes to dinner, I’ll be able to do all of that and more. I’ve already set a plan in motion, and the pieceswillfall into place.

I beckon her over with a finger.

“Ride me.”

She crawls back up my body and straddles my hips again, sinking down onto my cock. Her fingernails dig into my skin, leaving tiny half-moons behind like she’s trying to punish me, and it turns me on more than I care to admit. I haven’t been with many humans who are brave enough to tear into a vampire.

She’s close, clenching around me. I can feel her aching to come, only caring about her and her own pleasure. I roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and she cries out, her back bowing as she looks up at the ceiling.

“Oh, God!”

Lightning crawls through my veins as I cup her breasts, resisting the urge to pierce her tender flesh with my claw.

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